Isolated In My Own Abode,
Bonds Well And Truly Gone,
Could It Just Be Paranoia,
It Feels I’m The Only One,
My World Is Slowly Morphing,
A Hell of Pain and Tears,
Like Running From A Phobia,
I Try To Flee My Fears,
But Evil has it’s hold on me,
I’m choked into submission,
It’s seems to me the luck I have,
Was tainted from the beginning,
I Sit alone with my Steel Saviour,
My Damsel In Shining Armour,
The truth is plain but twisted,
I am an habitual self-harmer,
Days feel cold without the pain,
I’ll always need this ruse,
To me... my guardian angel,
To others it’s just abuse,
Without my dark passenger,
I doubt I would be here today,
I need his help, to get my release,
And now I’m here to stay.
A burn, a scratch, a Scold, a Cut,
It’s all to keep me sane,
Just like an emotional reservoir,
I’m known to hold back pain,
But once I release my dark side,
And slowly glide that blade,
The pain, the anguish and self - Hate,
They All Begin To Fade,
It’s such a taboo subject,
Because nobody understands,
It’s not as though, to be like this,
Was ever in my plans,
It is just my way of life now,
I don’t ever think that’ll change,
I’m not the only person,
who has learned to channel pain and
rage
I’m just another one of many,
And I hold my head with pride,
Finally knowing who I am,
with my dark passenger by my side